Even A Little Lost

This piece was written in collaboration with someone who submitted the first piece to me, which truly inspired me in a way I have not been in some time. Unfortunately, this person did not provide their information so I do not have anything more to credit them with. If you are the author, please let … Continue reading Even A Little Lost

Life, and the Path It Follows

The Earth is alive Even when it is sleeping Under so many layers Of ice and debris Clinging tightly To the frozen ground As loose debris blows Gently over the layered snow Traveling From place to place Participating In an equation far too complex to be captured within the realm of our understanding An equation … Continue reading Life, and the Path It Follows

On a Cold Day in January

On a cold day in January I watch As snowflakes fall to the frozen ground Softly Retaining their elegant structure To form a thin membrane across the surface of the Earth Even in distribution A reflection In so many ways Of the very symmetry each individual shape carries in it's fragile form In time The … Continue reading On a Cold Day in January

The Value of Contrast

How I have missed The rushing wind The fluid motion And the ground passing quickly beneath my feet It would seem I had forgotten The importance of moving forward Of unallocated time Surrender to chance and momentary escape From the stagnant monotony of a rushed life I must find balance though As time is precious … Continue reading The Value of Contrast

The Earth Will Speak, That Your Voice, So Soft Now, Might Be Heard

Oh Child With eyes as wide as the midday sun With hair as wild as the beasts which still can be found lurking in the places we have not yet built our homes Though you may feel so insignificant Standing beside such monoliths as these we have hewn from the ground beneath you Standing beneath … Continue reading The Earth Will Speak, That Your Voice, So Soft Now, Might Be Heard

On the Remnants of What Has Come Before

So now we move From the warmth of summer days To the cool chill of autumn evenings As the leaves on the trees begin to lose their color And fall to the Earth once more We proceed Hand in hand Towards a new horizon Each and every day Leaving behind The seasons that have passed … Continue reading On the Remnants of What Has Come Before

In What Comes After the Storm

Now the days grow short And the sun sleeps Resting As I often wish I could Preparing For the coming freeze The leaves begin to drop from their branches Leaving behind All that they have ever known Twisting and drifting in their descent Until at last they lay to rest upon the cool earth At … Continue reading In What Comes After the Storm